His lips are a pressed together in a thin line. "You keep disobeying me", that's what he said. His thoughts were dark clouds confusing him, he couldn't see straight. I found it so funny, I jumped around and danced on his nerves some more. "I do what I want", that was the harsh truth. Some part of me didn't do it for the amusement but to prove that I am my own person, that I do as I please. If I have chosen to hurt you, then you decide what to do next. If I choose to do something risky, then it's what I want. You can only watch as I tell you how I am doing.
I wanted him to shout at me or be more angry. In a playful manner though, I didn't mean to break the poor thing...
I didn't mean to hurt him!
I swear I didn't.
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NIGHT SKETCH
Teen FictionA story of a nineteen year old non-binary and chaotic person, who tries to find sense in the things we do, what the universe is whispering at night and what it means to be lonely in a crowd of people.
